Philosophical Quotes About Art It's kind of ugly to talk about art in a philosophical way, but seeing as I was invited, here are some fairly random thoughts...No quote either, just jumping in on the anthropomorphism bit.
It might be useful in tackling the question of what we have in common with animals in our appreciation of aesthetic qualities to draw some distinctions between the terms 'aesthetics', 'beauty' and 'art'. For me the trio represent in order an increasing level of social mediation, and in the case of 'art' an inevitable institutional pollution. So, aesthetics can refer to basic sensory perceptions of form as well as more advanced conscious judgments. It's hard to deny that we share some of this with animals, but we can't readily disentangle the basic sensory perceptions that attract us to or repel us from some particular object or organism from the higher level interference of conscious judgment that we're "burdened" with. We see some harmonious arrangement of pattern and/or colour etc. and it resonates with us on initially a visceral and then on a more conscious level, filters up through us in a way, and we think, "that's beautiful' (or whatever). And so we're on beauty then, a more emotionally loaded term, broader, more personally and socially mediated, more prone to historical trends, cultural differences etc., and suggestive but not illustrative of that base-level harmony of form that goes beyond all judgment. From there then we progress to "art" which is never really "art" until its designated so and has no necessary relationship at all to aesthetics or beauty, a kind of free-floating value with the main criteria being that it be "useless", communicative of some emotionally accessible state, and institutionally positioned either physically or in the abstract. Here we've left the non-human aspect of aesthetics far behind, and I tend to agree there's not a lot of interest we can sensibly say about that (notwithstanding possible future scientific discoveries) without falling into clumsy anthropomorphism. Our vessels are likely too full of the bigger picture of beauty to appreciate the most distilled nature of aesthetics.